Sadly, I don't own any of them. They are forever bound to Dick Wolf and his imagination.

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Olivia pulled the trigger. And a second. The shots echoed and rang out. Her legs twitched and her throat closed tight. Forcing herself to breathe in and out, like a good ol' girl, she blinked away the tears, dropped her arms and ran to the scene.

"You'll have your day, bitch! You watch your back, your mother's back, and your kids' backs until the day I die!"

"Mother's dead ass-hole," was Olivia's response. Her voice was strong. Not weak. She'd done it enough times, but she hated pulling the trigger on somebody. She never froze. She just didn't want to be the cause of any more violence in this god-damned city.

"I thought you aimed to kill, Benson," Elliot nudged her side, gaining her attention and receiving a forced chuckle. "You ok, Liv?"

"Wish I had had a reason to kill the bastard instead of injuring him in his useless left leg, but yeah I'm ok, Elliot."

Soon the appropriate forms that were filled out and in Cragen's hands.

"Go home."

"Uhmm, Captain, the sun's still up. This a bad April Fools joke? Gotta tell you, cap, I think you're aging a bit too much under this job, April first was like two weeks ago."

"Go home. I have what I need. You had a good long day and Fin's already given this guy what for. A straight out confession and Casey's having him arraigned."

"Thanks, Don," Olivia replied quietly, exhausted and grateful, ignoring the fact that she called her superior by his first name.

"Take Stabler home too!" He threw out, as his favorite detective turned away.

"Aye, aye, cap'n," She quipped.

"You," Liv pointed to her partner, "Drive me home. We're done for the day."

Elliot didn't hesitate, just snatched his jacket and threw a polite wave at the crew without making any real eye contact. His mind was on different things.

Olivia tossed aside the plates, deciding to eat the infamous Chinese food out of its carton.

"What movie are you subjecting me to tonight?"

"Eh. I figured we could watch one you liked for once. You know, as my payment for room and board," Elliot looked at her with a smirk.

"There's a movie that I actually like? Huh. Who would have known? I guess you would know if any one would.. So what movie? How did you know what movies I like? I never watch movies? I'm surprised I-"

"Liv. What are you doing?"

"What am I doing?"

"Yeah, you're rambling. Care to explain why?"

"Not at all," She retorted, in a funny, snooty accent. "But thank you good gentlemen." She couldn't hold back her own laughter. She was giddy, officially head over heels, drunken by her brain's own chemicals and the smell wafting off of Elliot, who seemed to be sitting closer than he had been before.

Elliot let out a light chuckle and dished out his supper as the movie started.

"Gone With the Wind? Really, Elliot? Gone with the-fucking, piss-in-the wind? Hmm. Not a bad choice. Didn't know I owned it."

"You don't, I rented it a few years back…"

"And… you never returned it?"

"Right you are, detective!" He said with a wink.

Liv felt it again. The spasm in her stomach, a nervous, goofy, nauseas feeling that had been increasing over the last eight years. Unfortunately for her, the butterflies were growing exponentially, and seeing as how there were a good amount nestling in her stomach on the day she met Mr. Elliot-gorgeous blue-eyed- Stabler, she was about to explode now. Sure, she was used to being close to him. They work together day and night, spent nights sleeping in the squad car together, sharing food and copious amounts of caffeine, pretending to only acquire the self-control of teenagers to trick the perps, but lately, something was different.

Scarlett's sisters were already looking down on her for her flirtatious actions by the time that the detectives had stopped picking at their food. A bowl of un-touched popcorn sat between them, their legs each crossed and rested on the coffee table. Elliot turned his foot a quarter of an inch so it finally came in contact with Livs'. She played it off as nothing uncommon, but shifted herself ever so slightly so she could better see the expression pressing on Elliot's face.

She, awkwardly, leaned the opposite way to grab a case file off of the floor. She flipped it open and skimmed through it, not paying any attention to the words on the page, just the shape of the letters and paragraphs as she tried to take her mind off of the days' events. A yawn escaped and the file slid out of her hands.

"Here. Let me take that," Elliot glided the folder out of her reach. Olivia turned to face him. She was speechless. Tired and afraid to let something slip like she had last night. There were only so many comments that she could cover up before he would start asking real questions.

"Turn around," he commanded.

"What?"

"Turn around.."

"Why?"

"Because I asked you to," Elliot stated, matter-of-factly.

"What are you going to do to me?"

"Cut off all of your hair with Dickie's school scissors, Liv."

"What?" Apparently the joke hadn't traveled well.

"Just turn around."

She obliged. Too tired to argue, her curiosity and her patience cooperated.

She felt his strong, soft hands on her shoulders, rubbing in circles. She let out a moan-filled sigh. That feels so fucking good, she thought.

"You say something?"

"Umm no, but I was thinking how amazing that feels, El." It cheered him up to hear the word El instead of Elliot. It had been a few days since she called him El, for no reason that he could decipher.

Liv drowned the noise of the movie out as her partner's hands on worked on the small of her back.

"Ohhhhh my god." It was almost an inaudible mumble coming from her closed lips. And then she heard his cocky smile spreading across his face. For once, she didn't care. He deserved to be proud. This was one hell of a back rub.

His hands played along her lower back, outside of her cotton-stretch tee. He moved down just a tad further to the top her hips, where no clothes covered her tan skin. She felt his warm hands melt into her and relieve the stress that she had let pile up. He curved his arms around just slightly to her stomach, but quickly retrieved them and drew them back up to her shoulders. His hands caressed the top of her shoulders down to her elbows, then from her elbows to her wrists. He spun her around to face him and saw her head hanging down, and he knew from the familiar look that she was on the brink of sleep, just trying to hang on to consciousness. He rubbed each muscle in each hand before sliding an almost limp arm around his shoulder. He scooped her up too quickly to keep her asleep and he heard a soft giggle erupt from her bowed head.

"Something funny, Benson?"

"That was fun, being lifted up into the air like that. What are you doing to me? I mean with me?" She had done it again. But she'd wait till the morning to care about her embarrassing comments. I guess it's not too much of a secret anymore. After all, he is a detective, dumbass. It was no secret that there was some real thick chemistry between them. And the recent flirting left no one curious. That didn't stop Olivia from trying to hide how deep those feelings actually ran through her body.

"You're going to your bedroom."

"You're not."

"No, Liv, I'll be reclaiming my respective place on the couch as soon as I get you settled in. Who knew you could fall asleep so fast?

With one hand he clung on to his partner, now on her feet, but Elliot still had his hand around her waist. With his other hand he pulled down the covers on the twin sized bed in her cluttered room. He sat her down on it and rummaged for her pillow as she settled into the sheets.

"Need anything?"

The word 'you' slipped out of her mouth.

"What," Elliot breathed, and added in a silent whisper, "baby?"

"I said no. Thanks. Night, El."

Elliot's reply was too quiet to be heard, but Olivia drifted off to sleep with his voice in her head.

'Baby. Ohh baby please. Yes. Please. No, no, no, my other ear now. Yeah. Ohh baby you're so amazing. You're so gentle.' Elliot had his hand grazing up and down the inside of Liv's left thigh. Her ear lobe lodged in his mouth, his teeth almost cutting into her skin, and his tongue teasing the nerve endings. His hot breath radiated through his throat, up her ear and down her neck, sending chills and small convulsions throughout her body.

Anddd then She woke up from her dream.

"Too fucking good to be true," she mumbled into her pillow. It was only 3 AM, and she had already torn apart the sheets and ripped the pillow from its silky lining.

Stumbling into the kitchen, she saw a glow coming from the living room.

"You awake, El?"

"Yeah, just reviewing that case from last week with the 6-yr old boy. What are you doing up?"

"Uhh, couldn't sleep, I guess," she lied. Sleep was her long awaited friend at the moment, and she dreaded the thought of another day running solely on coffee, but she couldn't bear to dream of her partner, who was bunking in the next room. Not tonight. Not with the feel of his hands fresh on her skin.

"You're a bad liar, baby."

Baby? The word stung both of their tired brains, looking for an explanation.